Bill Bailey

It's time you went home, Bill Bailey

It's time you went home

You got a woman there that moans the whole night long

She said she'd do the cooking, Billy

Said she'd pay the rent

She realizes that she done you wrong, yeah

Stop thinking about that lonely evening

That she drove you out

With nothing but a fine-tooth comb

Oh, then I know that's a shame, Bill

Maybe you're to blame, Bill

So Bailey, go on home

It's time you went home, Bill Bailey

It's time you went home

You got a woman there, she's moaning and a groaning

The whole night long

Said she'd do that cooking, Billy

Pay the telephone bill and the rent

She realizes that she done you wrong

Stop thinking about that lonely evening

That she drove you out

And remember, remember she didn't let you leave

Without that fine-tooth comb

And I know, I know

I know it's a shame, maybe you're to blame, Bill

And Bailey, won't you go on home

Bailey, won't you get on home

Bailey, go on home

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